8 hours ago
I've loved flying for as long as I can remember.
The first flight I have memory of was at 5-6 years old, on our summer trip to Maine. I still remember the backpack I had at the time (way too big for me, pale green, with big illustrated colored stars all over it) and how excited I was to wear it onto the plane.
since then flying as been my absolute favorite mode of transportation, even after I discovered I'm terrified of heights. I couldn't explain it, why I loved it so much. there's just something so spellbinding about watching the world go on down below you. time almost seems to stand still while you're watching from above.
it seems odd to say, but I even love airports. always have. I don't find them obnoxious or mind-bendingly irritating like everyone else seems to. I don't mind layovers, or waiting at the gate, or going through security (even less so now that I have TSA precheck 😉).
it took me a long time to articulate this, but a few years ago it occurred to me that I loved all that because of the anticipation of the trip I was about to embark on. I love the planning and suspense and excitement that comes with getting on a plane. I love the notion that in just half a day's time you could be halfway around the world.
at #RISExDallas , @msrachelhollis asked us to imagine our lives in a decade, and to write down ten dreams that - if they came true - would lead us to becoming that person 10 years away. one of the ten things I wrote down was:
I have flown 300,000 miles around the world.
I've got probably a third of that under my belt already, and I'm so stoked to discover where those remaining 200,000 miles will find me. ☺✈